God Plane
In the opulent confines of Lucifer's personal quarters within Devil's Peak, the room exuded an aura of serene intimacy. The dimly lit space, adorned with luxurious fabrics and elegant furnishings, held a soft glow that highlighted the restful forms of its occupants. Lucifer lay on the grand bed, his silhouette partially obscured by the cascading drapes. Beside him, Medusa reclined in her full splendor, her serpentine locks spread across the silk sheets like a living tapestry.
As the tranquility of the moment enveloped them, a subtle shift in the ambient energy caused Lucifer's eyes to flutter open. His gaze, sharp and perceptive, took in the room's familiar grandeur as he attuned himself to the delicate disturbance he had sensed. A faint but distinct fluctuation in the world's energies, like a ripple across a still pond, signaled a significant event unfolding on the mortal plane.
